Chapter 291

HANDS SHIVERING ON THE WET handle of the spade, Wilheim thrust the pointed end into the ground, jumping on the head forcing it deeper into the sodden earth. The rain continued to pelt down, soaking him to the skin as he worked. With a heave he hauled out a mound of earth, turning and dumping it on the ground behind him.

'Can you feel anything?' demanded the forest goblin assigned to guard him.

'N-not yet,' said Wilheim, groping with the spade.

'Then keep digging!'

Muttering under his breath Wilheim set back into the ludicrous task. He hadn't believed it when Aldeern had brought him before the Sorceress, to find her glowing, energy extended along the length of the inner gate securing it from the ground shaking blows the enemy rained down.

Why the roses, Wilheim growled in his mind. What could be so important about digging up roses in the middle of the night when enemies attacked on all sides? It was insanity!